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 Apr 2020 Meera
Salmabanu Hatim
If the trend to wear masks continues terrorists will have a field day.
6 /4/2020
 Apr 2020 Meera
Kacie B
I used to have these
terrible fits
(worse, I think, than anything)
like a little fish
violently flopping to death
in a cracked and dried up
rough riverbed
gasping in vain for one last breath.

(I was gasping, in vain, for you)
Mom.
 Apr 2020 Meera
Pilar Orozco
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 Apr 2020 Meera
Pilar Orozco
211
I want nothing more than to see you
but...
Seeing you is getting harder and harder to bear
 Apr 2020 Meera
Kvothe
Putting pixel to page,
he types.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Fingers flurry away,
he swipes.

Zap.
Zap.
Zap.

Showing symptoms of age
he writes.

Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
Hello, I'm (maybe) back. Easing in.
The only way
to create Oneself
is to try new things,
for One never knows
what it is that may
become, some day,
a part of who One is.

One will never know
what works, nor,
most importantly, why,
unless One is willing
to experiment honestly
and venture readily
into unfamiliar territory.

Though,
it is not the act of delving into the unknown that's difficult,
it is coming back with something of value
to either yourself or those around you
or, ideally, both,
without getting lost in the process.

Aye, there's the rub.
Written on napkins at work,
with a calligraphy pen,
nonetheless.
 Apr 2020 Meera
Carolina
Not a kiss nor a caress,
not even when you see that I'm a mess.
Crying in the bed,
sleeping on the floor,
begging "I don't want this anymore"
Giving all I have,
giving all I can.
You turned on your back,
you don't even care.
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